Stick a Fork in Me

[hollystrike]

Who: Katie McCoy and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit, Malum
When: Today!

[Video]

Just a moment--

[She'd apologise for the deafening thunk of a very solid piece of metal striking the floor in front of your screens, but she's in too bad a mood.   It's the business end of a battle axe, runes inscribed along the metal edge and the weapon far too ridiculously big for a person like Katie to use.  In fact, it's not temper that made her slam the stupid thing into the floor.  She just can't lift it for very long, it's too goddamned heavy. 

(Especially for someone who's been out cold for nearly three months, and this is what she comes back to?)]

Now.  Who's responsible for this?  Where did you get it?

[Anyone who saw any Tully-related flashbacks in calibrations will recognise the weapon for his.  Otherwise, the runework is distinctly Scandinavian (Younger Futhark, to be precise) if there are any geeks in the audience.

...also, that's from the Atroma and it's been sitting in the cargo bay for months.  Merry belated Christmas?  She really appreciates it.  Honest.]

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[In person, one can find Katie either dragging said stupid axe back to her quarters on the Vanquish, down at the fox park on the Iskaulit, or lurking at a table in Malum and getting really drunk, which is possibly not wise but par for the course.]

Comments

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[Not only did she notice him, she's been watching him approach, feeling a little queasy about the whole thing. It's the lack of echoes. And, y'know, the fact he doesn't greet her like he normally would, or go "Hey Katie, you've been asleep for far too long!" or...

Yeah. You seem to be missing something important, Sam. And she doesn't know what to do about it, if anything can be done about it, if maybe her own magic is on the fritz after such a long time unconscious, if she even can pinpoint what exactly is the issue, if--

Oh yeah, question. She blinks a few times, looks him up and down. Then smiles.]

Go right ahead.

[Sam Winchester, where is your glamour.]

[collegedropout]

[He'd say thanks but, like, whatever. It's just a chair.

Regardless, he's more than content with company, even in the state he's in now; he hates being left alone with his cold, logical thoughts — and the occasional shimmer of sensation that something's horribly wrong inside him. It's better to, you know. Hunt and get down and dirty in some capacity.]

Looks like you're trying to take out the whole bar.

[A mild observation; that's a lot of empty glasses for someone your size.]

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[...yeah okay, so of course that could be another reason for the mild queasiness. She's slowed down a lot now; muzzy and getting muzzier, but there's that vague thought she should be responsible. Especially now that Sam's here.

Still, a test question. She lifts her latest glass, swishing it around with a lazy smile.]

Are you here to be the responsible adult?

[collegedropout]

Define 'responsible'.

[He orders a drink, looks at her with a raise of his eyebrows.]

I'm not drinking and driving, if that's what we're going with.

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And we've such a plethora of cars to drive in, too. I'll take it you're in the irresponsible basket, just like me.

[She grins lopsidedly at him. Question answered.]

Are you about to pick me up?

1/2

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[collegedropout]

That sure took out the rising action.

[He raises his eyebrows, though, curious. She's pretty cute.]

Do you want to be picked up, or am I in the wrong story?

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Nobody's ever in the wrong story.

But... hmm. I seem to have taken all the fun out of it. [She's amused. Sam, were he in his right mind/time/soul, would be mortified at this point.] How about I answer that question once I hear what's on offer?

[collegedropout]

Not necessarily all the fun.

[There's nothing weirder than Sam having Sam mannerisms but not talking like Sam at all in this situation. He waves down the bartender Anthony is that you and considers her with a little look of contentment. He's clearly both used to this and in his element, which is also just as weird, no matter how decent Sam can be with picking girls up (certainly not like this).]

I'm the offer on the table, mostly, if you're looking for a good night.

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[Grin.

...if this were actually Sam, she might half be tempted. Because sex is fun, and Sam's squawking face the next morning would be hilarious.

But there is no soul. There is nothing that makes Sam Sam, or even human, and he's devoid of glamour, and she'd really rather not. But that doesn't mean she won't banter in the meantime.]

I do like a forward man. The offer on the table? Literally?

[collegedropout]

Aaah, no, I'm not about to crawl up on this counter. A bed is more my style.

But there's no shame in having a thing for tables.

[:^)]

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Tables are a lot of fun. Not much for privacy, though, I'll admit.

[She picks up her last drink, half empty, and waggles the glass at him.] Your place or mine?

[collegedropout]

[He leans on his elbow, thinking about it in earnest.]

I'd ask which place is closest, but I guess space ships and teleporters make it less complicated...

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Don't they just? Which is well and good, because I'm not sure I really should drive any time soon. [She waves a hand lazily around her empty glasses.]

But I bet mine's closest. All the same.

[collegedropout]

[Oh, man, this is great. He's actually in his element. And he can have a night where he's not thinking about how stupid memories are, or how wrong he quietly knows he is, or whatever. He can just enjoy himself, right? Right. He grins.]

Lead the way, beautiful.

[Sam's gonna airlock himself when he gets his soul back. Fact.]

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[He gets such a wide smile from her at that one. Sam, you called her beautiful. That'll come back to haunt you.]

Follow me.

[Pls don't airlock yourself later though. How will she have any fun?]

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I'm following, I'm following.

[Not spoken at all in a begrudging way; on the contrary, he sounds pretty content.

WWLSD — What would Lame Sam do? Ask about the girl he's wandering off with? Ask about her life, what she's into, where she's going next? Unnecessary. They'll be parting ways at some point, that's just extra information he doesn't need... Right?

..............

Ugh, memories of Dean's Dating Tips are grating his brain.]

Where're you from? Before this whole. Uh. Evil Reality Show thing.

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Here and there. I did a lot of travelling across Europe and a bit of the US, but I'm originally from Ireland.

[Technically true. She loves technically true, really.] You?

[collegedropout]

Me? I'm from Kansas.

[Like Dorothy, you know.]

But I'm from here and there and everywhere in the US. Feels better to have no specific place I need to be, I guess.

[Which is sort of true for both manner of Sam, though soulless enjoys having no strings attached to anything; the one with the soul, he's just given up on ever being able to stay in one place.]

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[In this, Katie would agree with Soulless' viewpoint, actually. It's far more fun to be able to wander.]

So being out in space isn't really a problem for you?

[collegedropout]

[He shrugs.]

Might as well be. What other option is there? Freak out?

Seems kind of pointless.

[hollystrike]

'Freaking out' is just another way to get the hysteria out of your system so you can think clearly, isn't it? Though admittedly some take far more time about it than others.

[collegedropout]

Eh, too much effort. I prefer to just roll with it.

[He doesn't care; you should try it, it's fucking sweet.]

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[That's how she lives, boy, she's just defending humans. Katie's never been hysterical in her life.

...well no, people who know her would call her on that, but WHATEVER.]

Rolling with it tends to roll you into some interesting places, I find. Not really a bad thing.

[collegedropout]

[He shrugs, looking pleased as pie.]

I can think of a few fun places to roll, yeah. None of them bad things.